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About Kharkiv

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

Red Light District

Finally, the lights come back on, and everyone cheers. I’m feelin’ good, but then I realize I gotta head home. I walk back, and the streets are lit up. Vasylkiv at night is somethin’ else. The lights reflectin’ off the river, people laughin’ and talkin’. It’s a vibe.

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